65th Street, Berkeley. Spring, 2009.
After a good rain, just like today. Colors are jumping and the light comes in clean and sharp.
Pure white against detailed brown. Fall comes in December, here.
Earlier, I stood on the water just south of the Bay Bridge, looking east from San Francisco. A light wind made the water heave; waves bounded to shore and then bounced back from the wall, blind wet energy. I watched a sea lion surface for air at short intervals, slowly making its way from one pier to the next. I watched cars on the bridge, driving into the city.
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